Date: Sun, 6 Oct 2013 16:06:08 +0200
From: Charles Thomas <charles.thomas.oak@gmail.com>
Subject: The River

The River

	When I was younger, much younger, I used to visit my aunt, uncle
and cousin in Montana for a week or sometimes two in the summer.  In the
winter they lived in town, but in the summer on a small ranch below the
Shining Mountains.  Their summer house sat on the side of a slope below the
mountains in what was traditionally winter pasture.  It overlooked a small
river that flowed through their property from the Shining Mountains
themselves, a stream teaming with hungry trout.

	My aunt was the sister of my dad, my cousin the son of her first
husband, and my uncle was her second marriage.  She was a rather dowdy
woman named Elise; nice enough but not altogether attractive in my eyes.
Her son, my cousin, was named Henry, but most of us called him Hank.  He
was much like his father, who had been an eastern lawyer or doctor.  Slight
build, big doe eyes and fine features.  I always thought he was
so...pretty, I guess is the word for him.  I was fascinated by him, most of
the time, and stared at him constantly.  Not that he seemed to notice, he
was always doing his own quiet thing.  But I would, when I had a chance and
wasn't obvious about it, drink in his features.  His soft skin and
perpetually rosy cheeks, full lips and those big brown eyes. His hair was
longish and a mess of ringlets.  In fact, at the age of 15, which was the
first year I stayed with them, if you had asked me I would have said he was
beautiful.

	Not that I was gay, or thought of myself in those terms - at that
time.  I had a girlfriend back at home in Pennyslvania, and I often
fantasized about women.  Despite my obvious lack of attraction to Elise,
when I was much younger and we were visiting them in town, when she was
still married to Hank's dad, I would sometimes sneak into the basement
laundry room and go through her bras and panties, holding them up and
thinking of what they covered.  Once I even stole one of her bras, went
into the bathroom and masturbated, rubbing it on my chest and face.
Strange, yes, I admit it, but I was a kid and kids don't think about
whether an action is strange or not.  They only think about how it makes
them feel.

	My uncle (or should it be step-uncle?), who's name was Max, was not
the guy you would think would be married to Elise.  While she was somewhat
dowdy and plain, he was tall, handsome and athletic.  He was almost ten
years her junior and seemed to always have a tan.  I didn't know much about
him, as that first visit when I was 15 was the first time I had met him,
but I found him fascinating nonetheless. He looked like he had stepped off
the cover of one of my mother's romance novels.  Strong jaw, broad cheek
bones, full mouth, a strong neck connected to broad shoulders.  He had that
narrow-hipped, athletic machismo you think of when you think of the hero of
a story.  I could well see him in a pair of tights and cape, his black hair
with the trade-mark curl over his forehead, all rippling muscles and
general studliness.

	Max was a photographer, and they had met during a big art
exhibition.  He took photos of nature, and landscapes for the most part, so
that part of the world was heaven to him, I suppose.

	That first summer started out very normal for us.  They usually
lived in the local town, where my aunt was the famous local artist (and I
think every town in Montana has a local artist now days...she was one of
the first), famous enough to make a good living and travel to New York for
shows.  During the summers they drove out to the house on the slope and she
would paint, Hank would swim in the stream or fish, and Max would putter
around fixing whatever broke during the winter.  I showed up a few weeks
into summer, so their routine was fairly fixed.  The first full day I was
there Hank and I walked down to the river with our fishing poles.  We had
to travel through a thicket, which was punched through with tunnels the
cows used to get away from the flies.  It was easy enough going, stepping
around the cowpies and bypassing the everpresent herd that were hunkered
down in the shade.  At the river's edge the thicket disappeared and there
was a small beach, well hidden from the house on the slope above.

	There we set up, tying off lures and then, separated by about 20
feet, we started to fish.

	"Ever catch much?" I asked after about ten minutes.

	"Not at this time of day," he said.  He swatted at a big deer fly
that buzzed his face.  I slapped a blue bottle that landed on my neck,
sending it's fat body flying.  It nearly hit the water before catching
itself and buzzing away.  Between the blues, the deer flies and the horse
flies, summer in Montana could be painful.

	"Why are we out here?" I asked, laughing a little.

	"Aw, I just come out here to get away," he said.  "Sometimes I go
swimming.  Skinny dippin'."

	I glanced at him in surprise.  "Really?!"

	He shrugged.  "You never skinny dipped before?"

	I shook my head.  "Not much chance of that where I live."

	We talked for a bit about the city life, which was what I was used
to, and as we did the various biting flies got worse.

	"Alright, that's it," he said.  He reeled back in and set his pole
aside.  I did the same, watching him nervously.  Quickly, without hardly
pausing, he began to strip down.  First off was his shirt, revealing his
slim and remarkably tan torso underneath.  Then came his shoes, socks,
jeans and finally his underwear.  He threw them one by one as he stripped,
onto a large flat rock nearby.  As I blinked he gingerly made his way as
quickly as he could on the small, smooth river rocks toward the water.  For
a moment at first I saw his cock and balls, swinging about freely between
his thighs and below his flat belly, the soft brown fur topping them not
too thick or bushy.  Then he had made his way nearly to the water's edge
and his back was to me.

	"Gotta hurry," he said over his shoulder, "or the damn flies will
get you!"

	I watched his slim figure as he waded into the water.  His back was
straight, the muscles clearly rippling beneath that smooth, brown skin. I
was not too surprised to see his ass was as brown as the rest of him, and
it was small, but round - no flat ass there!  His legs were long and firmly
muscled.  Nothing about him was large or heavy.  He was proportionate.
Beautiful, I thought.  Without much further ado he jumped into the water,
shooting out into the eddy formed by our little beach area.  Out further by
about 20 feet was the main current, which looked too strong to keep up
with.

	"Come on in!" he shouted, grinning at me.

	I took a deep breath and shrugged.  Just then a shock of pain went
through my right arm and I looked down to see a big black horse fly, it's
white back twitching as it bit me.

	"Fuck!" I yelled, swatting it.  It fell heavily, hitting the ground
upside down.  A bead of blood rose from the wound.  "Fucker!" I yelled. I
stomped on it angrily, putting it out of its misery.

	I threw my shirt off, kicked off my shoes, pulled my socks off and
shoved my pants down, jumping out of them in one motion.  I didn't wear
underwear, so within a few seconds I was naked and making my way over the
stones in my bare feet.  I was conscious of my dick bouncing about,
swinging this way and that, as Hank watched me from the water.  I was also
conscious of my farmer's tan.  I had never sunbathed nude before.  When I
made it to the water I stopped about ankle deep.  It was freezing.  It
literally made my bones ache, like I was getting an ice cream headache in
my lower legs.  But then I heard a distinctive buzz behind me.

	"Fuckin' shit!" I yelled and jumped forward into the water, diving
down into the frigid, glacier fed stream.  When I came up I was within a
foot of Hank who was laughing.

	"Dude," he said, "that shit was funny!  That deer fly totally dive
bombed you.  And you're all, like, 'Fuckin' shit!'"

	We both started laughing.

	"It's cold, isn't it?" he said, shivering.

	I nodded.  I was standing on a fairly large rock, balancing.  He
seemed to be doing the same.  We were both looking at each other with wet
hair and chattering teeth.  I heard another buzz.

	"Okay, look, I know a place where the bitting flies aren't
bad. Ain't no cows over there.  It's down stream, okay?  Just follow me."

	He turned to the middle of the river and swam out into the
current. It instantly took him and I watched his head race down river,
bobbing as he tread water.  I kicked off and followed him.  Within a couple
of strokes I was in the current as well and it carried me after Hank.  I
continued to swim along with it, rather than just tread water, and soon I
was close to him.

	"You see that rock there on the right?"

	I looked up ahead and saw a big boulder jutting out into the water.
I nodded.

	"Okay, well, there's a smaller rock just before it.  We need to
swim that way and get to that smaller rock.  Then we can climb up the
bigger one.  But the current gets bad there so you have to hit it just
right, okay?"

	"Okay," I shivered.

	He grinned.  "Let's go!" He started swimming toward the far shore
as hard as he could.  I was just up stream from him and I struck out
myself.  I was a stronger swimmer, so it was easy to stay parallel with him
as we made our way toward the shore.  Our momentum down the river, along
with our swimming sideways to the current, caused us to cut a diagonal path
across the river.  Finally we got to the point where the river tried to
bend around the big rock.

	"Go, go!" he yelled breathlessly as he swam hard, fighting the
current, which was trying to whip us around the big rock.  I saw him reach
out and grab a smaller rock outcrop and cling to it, his body being pulled
out by the stream.  I gave one last big push and then I was there, reaching
out for the rock.  My hand gripped it's rough surface, but I began to slip.
Hank let go with one hand and grabbed me with his other, pulling my arm up
so I could hold on with both hands.  Our bodies slammed together and for a
moment I thought I would knock him away from the smaller rock, but with a
surprising strength he hung on.

	"Okay, just climb up onto the rock," he said, breathlessly.

	I pulled myself onto the smaller rock, conscious again of my
nudity, conscious of how my body slid over his as I pulled myself up.  I
could see there was another rock above it, wedged in next to the big
boulder.  I climbed up onto that as Hank pulled himself up onto the small
rock.  From there I was able to scale the boulder, which had a series of
large cracks in it as easy hand and foot holds.  At the top it was nearly
flat, but slanting a bit away from the river, and it was warm from the
Montana summer sun.  I sat down and watched as Hank came up the side, a big
grin on his face.

	"Pretty cool, huh?"

	I nodded, looking around.  We were about 15 feet above the river.
Just down stream of the boulder, and past the slight rapid caused by it,
was a deep pool.  I could see several trout hanging out down there in the
relatively calm water.

	"I bet you could jump down there," I said.

	Hank sat down next to me and leaned close, looking past me toward
the pool.  As he did that I gathered my knees up, hugging them with my arms
until I was all folded up.  I felt a twinge in my prick as his chest
brushed my shoulder.

	"That's how you get down," he said.  He pointed downstream toward
the other side of the river, the side we had come from.  "See that break in
the trees?  To get back you have to jump into that pool, then swim hard for
the other side to make it to that beach where there's a dear trail back to
the thicket.  Otherwise you end up way the hell down the river before you
can get out.  Then you have to sneak back.  Naked."

	We both laughed at that.  It was a daredevil feat, a bit of mundane
adventure.  Risking public humiliation.

	A thought hit me.  "Can anyone see us here?"

	Hank shrugged.  "No," he said.  He pointed toward the slope where
the ranch house was.  "You can just make out the top of the house there.
There's nothing else for miles.  And if you stay back from the edge no one
can see you from where we were fishing."

	I hugged my knees in tighter.  Plausible deniability.  I wasn't
even there, I could hear myself saying if someone accused me of lying naked
with my cousin and, oh by the way, being turned on by it.  Plausible
deniability was, itself, quite a turn on and predictably my prick jumped
and strained in the confines of my folded up body.

	Hank laid back, sunning himself.  He closed his eyes and smiled.
"I love layin' here in the sun.  Try it.  It feels good."

	I bit my lip.  I looked at him, just glancing over.  His cock and
balls lay there for all the world to see, the prick like a fairly thick
sausage placed on his hip, his balls taut, hairless and shiny in the
sunlight.  I gritted my teeth.  Plausible deniability.  Taking a chance I
let go of my knees and lay back, closing my eyes.

	We lay there for several minutes, enjoying the feeling of our
frozen bodies warming up, the water evaporating, the sun burning into
us. Then Hank suddenly spoke.

	"You got a girlfriend?"

	I nodded.  "Yeah."

	"Oh."

	"Do you?" I asked.

	I felt, rather than saw, him shake his head.

	"That sucks," I said.

	He shrugged.  "I don't care. I was just curious if you had
one...have you...you know..."

	"What?"

	"Well, I dunno," he said.  He laughed a little.  "You ever kiss
her?"

	"Of course," I lied.  I thought of my girlfriend.  She was cute.  I
wanted to kiss her.  She was almost as pretty as Hank.

	"Kissing's nice," he said. "How was it?"

	"Fine, I guess," I said.  "How about you?  You ever kiss a girl?"

	He shook his head, quickly.  "No way."

	The way he said it made me open my eyes and look at him.  He was
lying there, his eyes closed and with a look of concentration on his face.

	"Uh...I thought you said kissing was nice?"

	I watched his eyebrows go up and then stitch down.  He sighed.  "I
mean, I guess it is...I'd like to kiss someone..."

	"But not a girl," I said, half-joking.  He didn't respond.  I could
tell he was extremely tense and I suddenly felt bad.  I wasn't a bully, and
I wasn't a homophobe, or anything like that.  Besides, I liked Hank.  And I
already established that I was subconsciously attracted to him.

	"I'm sorry," I said.  "I don't mean anything by it.  I don't care
who you kiss."

	"Max," he blurted.

	"Huh?!"

	Hank turned his head toward me and opened his eyes.  "Max," he
said, simply.  "I kiss Max."

	I felt a stirring of butterflies in my stomach.  "Really?"

	He nodded.  He was staring at me, almost fearfully.

	"Oh," I said.  I thought about Max.  And I thought about Hank.  I
could feel my balls tighten and knew it was a matter of time before my cock
swelled up at the thought.  If I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest I
would be too obvious, I thought, so I rolled over onto my stomach and
cradled my head on my hands, looking at Hank.  He stared at me.

	"Uh...so...you guys..." I couldn't finish.

	Hank shrugged.  "Yeah, I mean, it's no big deal...it's...I dunno,
it's what I like and..."

	"Oh," I said again.  "How far have you gone?"

	Hank took a deep breath and squinted off into the distance, as if
he was trying to recall the level of farness.  "All the way, I guess," he
said faintly.

	"All the way?"

	He nodded.

	I wasn't even sure what that meant, but I was too embarrassed to
ask.  How do two guys go all the way? Finally I broke. "What's all the
way?"

	Hank shrugged. "Well, we kiss, and he likes it when I suck his
cock.  And he likes to suck my cock, too.  And sometimes he'll fuck me."

	By the time he got to the "me" in his last sentence my prick was
fully erect.  I turned my face away from him, trying to hide my flushing
face.

	"I'm sorry," he said.  "Am I scaring you?"

	I shook my head and then turned back to look at him.  He was
staring at me with those big, soft brown eyes.

	"I lied," I said, faintly.

	Hank blinked.  "When?"

	"When I said I kissed a girl," I said.  "I've never..."

	Hank shrugged and said, "That's okay.  What about a boy?  Ever kiss
a boy?"

	I shook my head.  "Can I ask you a question?"

	Hank nodded.

	I took another deep breath.  "Um...so, when he fucks
you...what...what do you mean?"  I blushed, embarrassed that I didn't know.

	Hank put his hand over his mouth and giggled, making me blush even
more.  "Sorry, sorry," he said, still laughing a bit.  "Okay, well, that
means he fucks me in the ass."

	"In the ass," I said. "Oh, so, okay, I get it. It just, I dunno, I
got confused for a bit...that must hurt." When I said that last part I
actually laughed nervously.

	But Hank just smiled mysteriously.  "A little."  He got serious
suddenly.  "Hey, don't tell anyone, okay?  Max is a nice guy and I kind
of...started all of this."

	"What happened?"

	Hank stretched in the sun and then sighed. He started to tell me
his story.  "This last school year my mom went to New York for some sort of
artist convention or class or something, and Max and I were left alone.  We
actually came out here to get the house ready for the summer.  I mean, I've
always thought Max was really hot, you know?  He's nice, and he's just
really studly, you know?"

	I nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

	"So, yeah, anyway, one night we had gotten the TV antenna to work
and we were watching TV together.  Max had just taken a shower and was in
his bathrobe sitting on the couch.  I was in my pajama bottoms.  I wasn't
wearing any underwear, at all, and those peejays were kind of getting too
small for me. They were also kind of thin.  And, oh yeah, I had taken a
shower too so anyway, they really were pretty much see-through and tight as
hell. We were sitting on the couch and the signal went out.  So I got up
and went over and started fiddling with the antenna.  Max had gotten really
quiet, just watching me standing there in my threadbare peejays, up on my
tippy toes with my ass pointed at him moving the rabbit ears around.  When
I got it fixed I came back and sat down with him where I had been.  As we
watched TV, and I can't even remember what the show was but since we only
had, like, one channel it was probably stomething stupid, I noticed
something moving in his bathrobe."

	Hank stretched again and I glanced down and saw that his dick,
which had been nice sized breakfast sausage from the cold dip in the river,
was now looking more like a bratwurst lying along his thigh.  I stayed
quiet as he continued.

	"I mean, I knew what it was, but I guess I was surprised.  Anyway,
as I watched, I could see that thing twitching around in there.  Max was
uncomfortable, but probably afraid to stand up and leave because it would
have been obvious. Thinking about him with a boner got me having a boner
and so there I was sitting there with a big boner in my peejays.  And
you'll never guess what happened..."

	"The signal went out again," I croaked.

	He laughed.  "Yep!  So we looked at each other and then I was,
like, fuck it, and I stood up and went over and fixed the damn antenna
again.  And, let me tell you it was pretty damn obvious I was packing some
heat in my pants!  Finally I got the picture back up and turned around.
Max was sitting there staring at me like...I don't know...I knew he wanted
it.  So, I walked over and sat down close to him.  He kept staring at the
TV, like ignoring me, but hoping I would do something.  So I really wanted
to see his dick.  I'd seen pictures of dicks, but I really wanted to see a
real one.  So I just reached out and pulled his robe apart.  And his dick
was there..."

	Hank closed his eyes.  I watched HIS dick leap up, stiff and
swollen.  It was a nice sized cock, not monstrous, probably about average
in length or even less, and like the rest of him, a bit slim.  But it
looked good, too.  Beautiful like the rest of him, I thought.  My own prick
was being punished under me, pressed against the rough rock by the weight
of my body.  I sighed and swallowed hard, trying to control myself.

	Hank continued. "And, uh, yeah, so there it was. He just kept
staring at the TV hard, like he was really concentrating on it.  I grabbed
his dick.  It was very, very hard and really hot.  I didn't really know
what to do so I started jacking him off.  So, after a bit, he finally
turned to me and put his hand on the back of my neck and he pulled me in
close and kissed me...that was my first kiss."

	"Wow," I blurted.  I realized I was sweating, and my hips were
twitching as I pressed my incredibly hard cock against the rock.

	Hank nodded.  "Fuckin'-A, wow," he said.  "He's a good kisser.
Taught me a lot. Anyway, after we kissed he had me kiss his dick, and lick
it and...you know...suck it."

	I was breathing heavily, gritting my teeth.  "Did you like it?" I
whispered.

	Hank nodded.  His hand slid down his belly and he grabbed his
swollen cock.  I watched him as he slowly stroked it.  "Yeah," he said.
"It's like...I don't know, it's pretty amazing."

	I was mesmerized by his hand, sliding up and down that pretty cock
of his.  I wanted to roll over onto my side, bend over him and go to town
on his cock.  Suck it.  I imagined what it was like to have a dick in my
mouth, to feel that "pretty amazing" feeling.

	"He sucks your dick, too?"

	He nodded.  "Yeah..."

	"What's that feel like?"

	He turned to, his eyes flashing.  "I can show you..."

	"I dunno," I said, my eyes desparate.  I was pretty sure that if I
moved even an inch I would cum.  "I..."

	Hank rolled toward me and leaned in.  I felt his lips on my cheek
and I took a sharp breath.  His tongue flicked out, touching the corner of
my mouth.  I turned my head up, craning my neck, and our lips met.  I
didn't know what to do, but didn't NEED to know what to do. I felt his
tongue slip between my lips and find my tongue.  I moaned at the sensation.
Then, suddenly, I felt his hand on my ass, cupping one cheek as I lay there
on my stomach.  I pulled back, sharply, as I felt the rush in my loins.  It
was too much, much too much.

	"Oh god!" I gasped falling away from him, twisting onto my back, my
cock shooting my first load in an arch that splashed against Hank's
belly. The second shot landed onto my heaving belly, then another, and
finally just a pulsing, rhythmic ooz of cum seaping from the tip until I
was finally finished.

	"Oh fuck," I said.  I could feel my face burning in embarrassment.
Hank was still on his side facing me, but instead of scorn, or laughter he
was staring at me intently. I could see he was still stroking his rock hard
member.

	"I'm sorry," I said.  "I'm sorry..."  I was humiliated.

	He shook his head. "No, don't be," he said.  "I'm just...I'm just
glad I could get you off so easily.  I'm glad you don't hate me for liking
boys."

	I took a deep shuddering breath.  "I just feel like such a virgin,"
I said sheepishly.

	"It's okay," he said.  He reached out and touched my belly, dipping
his finger in the pool of goo I had deposited there.  He looked down at his
own belly and brought that cum covered finger to the glob that was sliding
down toward the rock.  He scooped it up on the tip of his finger and
brought that finger to his mouth. I watched him as he sucked my cum off his
finger, closing his eyes.  Without thinking I rolled toward him and pushed
him onto his back.  I licked my lips.  I could smell my cum on his belly as
I hovered over him and I reached out with my tongue to taste it.  The
bitter, salty, creamy taste of it spurred me on.

	He released his cock and I grabbed it in my hand.  It felt strange,
holding another guy's erection.  I bent down and kissed the head, tasting
the sharp pre-cum taste, smelling the pungent odor of his manhood.

	"That's it," he said, softly, "put your mouth on it and just slide
up and down."

	I did as I was told, taking his cock into my mouth.  It swelled on
my tongue and without thinking I started to lick it inside my mouth,
swirling my tongue over the head, up and down the shaft, as my head bobbed
and my lips stroked the length of him. He lifted his hips up and I reached
down and took hold of his taut ass.  Hank slid one hand down my back,
grabbing my ass.

	"Oh, I'm gonna cum," he gasped.  He began to thrust up hard, into
my mouth.  Suddenly his entire body stiffened and I felt his cock pulse in
my mouth.  A shock of hot, bitter spooge hit my tongue.  Hank threw his
head back and groaned as he shot load after load into my mouth.  I didn't
know what to do, so I kept sucking, enjoying the feel of his throbbing
cock, the spurting cum filling my mouth.  when he was finished I let go of
his cock, watching the white goo flow from the tip.  I gagged a bit on the
cum in my mouth and turned to one side, spitting most of it out.  Still,
the inside of my mouth was coated with the sticky residue and I swallowed.

	"Jesus Christ," he whispered.  "That was incredible."

	I nodded, lying back again.  My prick was hard again, as happens to
boys that age.  And as I lay there I started to go through it in my brain.
The sensations I'd felt were like no other I had ever felt.  Am I gay?  I
was becoming confused.  I thought about the feel of his cock filling my
mouth, stretching my lips, and I thought about Max and wondered what it
would be like to feel HIS cock in my mouth.  My prick jumped.  Guilt hit me
then, and a bit of fear of the unknown.  I was beginning to spiral down as
my thoughts began to race.  Then all thoughts fled when I felt his hand on
my chest.  He had rolled toward me and was caressing my skin.  The tip of a
finger slid around my nipple and I felt it get hard.  Hank leaned forward
and I felt his tongue swirl around my nipple.  I swallowed.  Subconsciously
my hand reached down and began to idly stroke my hard cock.  Hank kissed my
nipple and I felt his tongue flick it, then his teeth gently nipped at it.
I groaned and, reaching up with my free arm which was nearest him, I
wrapped my arm around his shoulders, then slid my hand up and buried my
fingers in his hair.

	I felt his hand slide down my stomach slowly, until it stopped at
my pubes.  There he stroked my bush, then eased his fingers around the base
of my cock, below my hand.  I let go of my cock to give him more room as he
slowly stroked up and down the shaft with his gripping, squeezing hand.
His lips stayed on my nipple, suckling, nipping and tongue flicking, as his
hand stroked me.

	"Oh god," I moaned.  "Please...I want to feel you suck my dick..."

	Hank moaned and nodded.  Before he went down on me, though, he slid
up and kissed my lips gently, tasting his own cum.  I think at first he was
going to just give me a little peck, but when our lips met our kiss
deepened.  His tongue roamed through my mouth, licking at the thick coating
of his cum.  He pulled back and looked at me intently.

	"I want to have your cum in my mouth," he whispered.  He
immediately bent down and I felt his mouth engulf me.  I expected it to be
warm, but it actually felt cool, since my prick was on fire at that point.
The soft, wet, cool feel of it made me moan something, I'm not even sure
what.  Hank's hand, that had been stroking my prick, settled down to cup my
tight ball sac.  His other hand reached out and pushed my thigh so my legs
spread.  I felt the hand that was cuddling my balls slide down until it was
under my thigh.  I lifted my hips up and his hand slid up the back of my
thigh to my ass.

	I still had my hand in his hair as his head bobbed on my prick.  I
touched his neck, his back and shoulders, caressed my way down his slim
back.  Hank was bent over me, and when he felt my hand on the small of his
back he rearranged himself so he was on his hands and knees to one side.  I
could then touch him freely, all over.  And I did.

	I had my hand on the small of his back when he moved and as soon as
his round butt came up when he got to his knees I grabbed some flesh,
enjoying how hard and muscular it felt.  I could see his prick was hard
again so I let go of his ass and reached up between his thighs to grab
hold.  While he sucked me I tugged at his dick, like I was milking him.  I
could reach up and caress his balls, then grab cock again and tug.  While I
fondled him he was getting more and more into sucking my ever hardening
prick.

	Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore.  I pulled him over and he
swung his body around so he was straddling my head, his mouth never leaving
my prick.  I lay there, his knees planted above my shoulders, his balls
hanging down above me and his prick like a spear pointing stiffly toward
his chest.  He slowly spread his knees apart, lowering himself down.  His
balls descended.  I opened my mouth, reaching up with my tongue to taste
his tight sac.  At the first taste of his saltiness, I groaned and lifted
my head up to take one of his balls into my mouth.  I heard his muffled
groan and felt his head bobbing quicken.  While I sucked, licked and kissed
his balls Hank fucked my cock with his mouth.  I began to thrust up hard in
rhythm with his movements.  Finally I grabbed his cock and yanked it
straight down, taking it into my drooling mouth.

	Hank lifted his head off my cock and gasped for air.  He lowered
his body further, nearly gagging me as his cock slid slowly deeper into my
mouth.  It filled me, a pulsating, throbbing stalk of meat.  When it
reached the back of my throat Hank's balls settled on my nose.  I could
look up and see his anus, pulsing in time with his prick. I grabbed his ass
with both hands and pulled his cheeks apart, taking in the sight of his
pink hole throbbing.

	Hank went down on me again, taking my cock all the way in.  We were
both then balls deep in each other's mouths.  I felt his fingers slide
between my ass cheeks and touch my sphincter and that was what set me
off...With a grunt I began to cum in his mouth.  I heard him gag and pull
back, releasing my prick as it shot another splash of cum onto his face.
Hank lifted his hips slightly and then thrust down, into my mouth.  Without
hurting me he began to fuck my face, humping me with increasing speed until
he paused deep in my mouth and I felt his prick jump, then shoot another -
albeit lesser - load onto my swirling tongue.

	At one point, some minutes later, we got to our feet, shakily.

	I was taller than Hank, by quite a bit, and I put my arm around his
shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss.  His hands cupped my ass as we
kissed, our bodies pressing against each other, our hips grinding.  I still
wanted more, but I was weak and was afraid we wouldn't make it to the other
shore.

	"Come on," he said.  "We better go..."

	Hank stepped to the edge of the rock and then leaped into the pool
below.  I followed him and we paused to catch our breath in the freezing
water.  "Okay," he said, his teeth chattering again, "head to that beach
over there down stream and we'll walk back up a little trail.  If you don't
make it we're screwed!"

	I wasn't too worried.  I was a strong swimmer.  We kicked toward
the other side of the river and were immediately taken by the strong
current once we cleared the lee side of the big boulder.  Hank was ahead of
me, and I could tell immediately he wasn't up to the task.  Halfway across
he was gasping for breath.  I, too, was pretty hard up, but I figured I
could make it to the other side before the current took me.  I surged past
Hank, up stream from him, and looked back.

	"Get on my back!" I yelled.  Hank shook his head, still trying to
swim.  "Come on!"

	He shook his head again and then we were both past the point where
we could make to the beach.

	"Oh fuck!" Hank gasped.  He stopped swimming as we floated quickly
beyond the beach.  Soon we were turning in a bend in the river and the
beach was out of sight.

	"Now what?!" I said, breathing heavily.

	"There's another spot.  Head toward the shore and after two bends
you'll see it.  It's easy to get to."

	Sure enough, after a couple of bends in the river it widened and
slowed, became shallower and then a wide, rocky wash hove into view.  By
the time we reached it the water was fairly shallow and we were able to
walk ashore.  There we stood, gasping for breath, our nude bodies dripping
and covered in goosebumps.  We were well over a mile away from our fishing
spot.

	"Well this sucks," I said.  We looked at each other and then we
both laughed.

	"What are we gonna do?" I asked.

	He shrugged.  "Sneak back."  He started walking up toward the line
of cottonwoods above the rocky beach.  We both tread tenderly along, trying
to avoid sharp rocks as best we could.

	At the top of the rocky beach Hank stopped.  That part of the river
had cut in deep and the cottonwood stand covered a fairly steep hill.  We
began climbing, using the cottonwoods as aids.  About halfway up Hank
stopped.

	"There's a road at the top.  It's our little road, but...there's
other ranchers that sometimes cut through here.  We just have to be
careful."

	"Okay," I said.  We climbed some more and finally reached the top,
both of us having gone from clean and cold just out of the river to hot and
dusty.  He still looked good to me.  But now wasn't the time to fuck
around.

	We started walking along the dirt road, which followed the river
loosely back to their ranch house.  At one point we got to a gate, which we
carefully climbed over.  After about a mile we heard the sound of a truck.
We were in a pasture, with the tree line about 100 feet away toward the
river.  To our right was the sloping ridgeline that the house was on but
further along.  We had only about 200 yards to go before we could cut down
through the thicket to the river's edge to get our clothes.  At the sound
of the truck we looked at each other and then jumped down into the tall
grass next to the road and lay quiet.  The truck came around the corner
from where the thicket was and sped up the dirt road, bouncing and
squeeking.  It was Max's truck, we could both tell.  We were laying close
to each other and I reached out and grabbed Hank's hand.  He gave my hand a
reassuring squeeze.  The truck seemed to slow down when it got near us, and
then it sped up again, heading for the gate we had climbed over.  When it
was out of sight we jumped up and began jogging along the dirt road,
gingerly trying to avoid the sharp rocks.  At the thicket we made our way
down to the fishing spot.  There we found our clothes and fishing gear
still intact.  After a quick dip to clean off we dressed and grabbed our
stuff and headed back up to the house.

	Just as we got up there Max's truck came into view.  We waited for
him to stop in front of the house.  When he climbed out he smiled at us.  I
looked down at my feet, suddenly shy.

	"Catch anything?"

	"Nah," Hank said casually.  He turned to me.  "Come on, it's almost
dinner time."

	At dinner I sat and studied Hank and Max, thinking about them
having sex behind Elise's back.  She didn't seem like she was even remotely
aware of it, and Max didn't treat Hank any different than he treated me. In
fact, he seemed to ignore us for the most part that night.

	After dinner Elise made the announcement that she was going to
Denver to an art show.  "It's all about networking!" she said.

	"When are you leaving?" Hank asked.

	"Tomorrow," she said.  She smiled at Max.  "Max is fine with it.
It was up in the air until today when I got a phone call from my
agent. It's a great networking opportunity.  Lots of people there.  Gallery
owners.  I'll at least be able to meet them, and it's my fall collection,
which has been malingering in that gallery in Denver for ages...so maybe
I'll see some movement, or I'll find a better place."

	That night, after dinner, Hank and I went up to bed.  We quickly
undressed and lay down in his bed.  Before this I had slept on an old Army
cot with a pad on it.  We were both exhausted, so after a few minutes of
kissing we fell asleap.

	The next day Max and Hank took Elise to the airport early.  I slept
in, still feeling the effect of the grand adventure of the day before.  I
didn't expect Hank and Max back until much later that day, so at about noon
I got up and ate some lunch/breakfast.  Then I explored the house. It was
like many old ranch houses in that area, in that it didn't have a basement,
but most of the storage was up in the attic.  I had seen Max go up there
regularly, sometimes carrying a box or a bunch of envelopes.  To access the
attic you had to go into the main bedroom closet, where there was a
homemade ladder tacked onto one wall that lead up to a square access hole.
I climbed up the ladder, pushed the hinged door up and away and climbed
into the dark attic.  The light from the closet revealed a normal closet
space with 2x4s standing as support posts here and there.  On one of the
posts was a light switch and I turned it on, looking around.

	Plywood boards covered the floor and there were the typical boxes
all over the place.  In one corner was an enclosed space with a narrow
doorway. It seemed only about big enough for a man, almost like a phone
booth size, but was actually quite a bit bigger, and at the top there was
ducting that lead up to a hole in the roof.  At the end of the attic there
was a small window and at that window was a camera on a tripod.  Next to
the camera were several round tubes of varying sizes that looked like lens
cases.  And on the camera was one of the biggest lenses I'd ever seen.  I
walked over to it and looked down through the viewfinder and then my breath
stopped.  There, in the viewfinder, I could see the beach where we had
fished.  I took my eye away from the camera and looked over it toward the
river through the window.  With some trepidation I peaked through the
viewfinder again and moved the camera, sweeping the lens across the river
toward the big boulder.  When I got to the big boulder I stopped.  You
could see where we had climbed up out of the water, and up to the top, but
the angle was such that you couldn't quite make out the top of the boulder,
since it was slanted slightly down and away from view.  I breathed a sigh
of relief.

	"I guess he likes to look at Hank naked," I said to myself.
"Stands to reason."

	I very carefully moved the camera lens back to the fishing beach,
matching where it had been pointed originally.  He had obviously seen me
naked, too, I thought, feeling a twinge.  I turned toward the small room I
had seen.  Must be a dark room, I thought.  I stepped over to it and opened
the door. A heavy curtain hung in my way and I pushed it aside and stepped
in.  Inside there was a light switch, which I flicked on.  When I did I
stopped cold.

	Hanging on a wire, just in front of my face in the small dark room,
was a photo of me and Hank standing on the boulder.  Hank's back was to the
camera and my arm was around his shoulder.  My face was bent down as we
kissed, my eyes closed.  I could see his round butt clenched as he pushed
against me and his back was flexed as he pulled me toward him.  You could
see just down to about mid-thigh.  There were other photos hanging, all in
black and white.  Us undressing.  Swimming.  Climbing, nude, to the top of
the boulder.  Obviously he couldn't see us when we were laying up there.
Then two photos. One of Hank just hitting the water and the other of me
standing on top of the boulder ready to jump.  The other of us swimming
well past the little beach we had tried to reach.

	"That's why he was driving down the driveway," I said to myself.
"He saw us..."

	I left the darkroom and wandered around the attic.  There were
boxes and boxes of rolls of film, old negatives, books on photography.  In
the other corner, away from the river side of the house, was an old
cushioned chair.  Laying on the seat was a book, held closed by a rubber
band.  I picked it up and sat down in the chair.  Opening the book I
quickly realized it was a diary, a journal.  Most of the entries were like
spreadsheets, hand written and I realized it was how he logged his photos.
But other entries were more personal.  Every few days he'd write a note,
some obscure, but others very obvious.  They were entries that started with
a number just like the other entries, and I realized quickly this
cooresponded with how many photos were taken that day.  Then, instead of a
spreadsheet, there was a cryptic note.  On the first one it said, "Au
naturale...I am guilt."  In another he had written, simply, "My god."
There were entries about "beauty" and "guilt."  Finally, as if he needed to
write it down to clear his head: "Why do I do this?  Why do I torture
myself?  This is only fantasy.  Tomorrow I will burn all of it.  Prints,
negatives, everything.  I will not do this again.  I will not."

	I gave a little laugh.  "Guess you were wrong," I said.

	But as I read through these cryptic notes I began to think that
maybe Hank was not telling me the truth about him and Max.  The guilt Max
was feeling was clearly because of the photos he was taking.  There was no
mention of any turning of a corner, where Max had finally consumated his
obvious lust for Hank.  Finally, under the date we had taken our fateful
swim, was this entry: "All of my suspicions about him are suddenly
clarified.  I saw them! I will burn these, too.  But I feel I will savor
them for a bit longer."

	I closed the book and put it back the way it was.  "All of my
suspicions."  Being suspicious means you don't know, and if Max and Hank
had really done it I guessed Max would not be suspicious.  Unless he was
suspicious of me...

	Downstairs my snooping didn't end.  I went through the master
bedroom and found Elise's sex toy.  I also found her journal.  Like Max's
it wasn't exactly hidden.  In fact, it was right there on her bedside
stand.  I read through it and it was easy to see what was going on.  In
fact, it explained just about everything.  Elise wasn't in Denver at a
gallery.  She was in Denver visiting her lesbian lover.  Max, from what she
wrote, was in on it.  In fact, Max, it seemed, had a male lover in New York
that he visited occassionally.  From one entry I gathered their marriage
was arranged.  She had been promised an inheritance by her very
conservative father if she married.  A man.  Because, obviously, dad knew
she wasn't straight and he wanted her to cure herself of her lesbianism.
That being impossible she decided to fake it until he croaked, just to make
sure she was in his will when that time came.  Max was in it to get a cut.

	"Sweet Jesus," I breathed.

	I put the book back and wandered back into Hank's room.  Someone as
horny as Hank had to have some porn lying around, I figured.  Sure enough,
hidden in his sock drawer was a pile of magazines.  All gay porn, of
course.  I climbed into bed with the pile and started going through it.
Pretty guys fucking each other. I'd never seen the like, but I was enjoying
it.  I remembered Hank saying he had seen pictures of cocks.  And then I
opened a magazine that had an older guy in a bathrobe with a young stud in
tight, see through, long johns.  The photo spread followed along with
Hank's discription of his first time with Max.

	Lying there with that magazine spread open I stroked myself to
orgasm, thinking about Hank and Max fulfilling each other's desires and me
right in the middle.  I was curious about the whole "fucking" thing.  The
older guy rimming the young stud, then plowing his big, fat porn cock into
that young ass.  I imagined my cock sliding in and out of Hank, and Max
sliding in and out of me.  Soon I was shooting my load onto my belly and
chest, wishing I could relive that taste of cock.  When I was done I
scooped most of it up and sucked it off my finger.  I had to plan, I
thought.

	When Max and Hank got back I studied them together.  Friendly, yes.
They were.  A bit tense around each other, yes again.  I was looking at
them with new eyes.  Hank had fantasies about Max based on his porn, Max
had fantasies about Hank (and now probably me) based on watching him skinny
dipping.  Neither, for various reasons, wanted to approach the other.
Probably all of those reasons had to do with Elise.  For all I knew Hank
still thought Elise and Max were legitimately married, and Max felt guilty
about lusting after his friend's underaged son.

	After dinner Hank and I did the dishes while Max went up to his
attic.  He came back downstairs carrying a box.

	"I'll be back," he said, faintly, heading out of the door.

	When he had gone I looked at Hank.  "Does he do that often?"

	"Burn his photos?  Sometimes," he said.

	"How do you know he's burning his photos?"

	"I've followed him," Hank said, blushing.

	"Do you know what they are photos of?"

	Hank shook his head.  "I always kind of thought it was him and...my
mom...or something private..."

	I laughed.  "Yeah, well...not him and your mom," I said, knowingly.

	Hank looked at me.  "What are you talking about?"

	I sighed.  We were just finishing up the dishes and I was putting
the last plate away.  I turned to Hank.  "I know you lied to me," I said.

	Hank turned white.  "What do you mean?  I..."

	"You said Max and you were doing stuff. I know you weren't."

	Hank didn't say anything.  I put my hands on his shoulders and
leaned in, kissing his cheek.  "Listen, I'm not mad," I said softly.  "I
know you WANT to, but you haven't."  I explained everything.  How I had
gone up into the attic and found the photos and Max's diary.  How I had
found the porn with the scene he had described.  "I should have known
because your TV antenna is pretty much stuck in one position.  It doesn't
need to move."

	Hank sighed.  "I'm sorry," he said.

	"It's okay," I said.  I didn't mention that I had read his mother's
diary.  I guess Hank could find out about that relationship himself.

	Hank gave me a grimace.  "Kinda creepy, you snooping around."

	I shrugged.  "I was bored."

	He laughed.  "So what are we gonna do?"

	I took a deep breath.  "We're gonna make him so crazy he's going to
cum in his pants."

	"What about my mom?" Hank asked.  "I feel guilty."

	"Listen," I said.  "I don't think you need to worry about your
mom. I don't think they have that kind of relationship.  Their just
friends, I think."

	"How do you know?"

	I leaned in and kissed him softly.  We kissed for a bit, our
tongues intertwined, and then he pulled back.  "Seriously, how do you
know?"

	"I read his diary, silly," I said.  "He likes boys and your mom
knows it."

	"Oh," he said.  We kissed some more, holding each other tight and
enjoying the feel of our young bodies pressed together, our hard cocks
rubbing against each other's thighs.  We broke off when we heard the truck
pull up.

	"Come on," I said.  "I gotta plan."  I pulled him upstairs.

	I took Hank into the hall bathroom where the shower was.  Leaving
the door slightly cracked, as if it had opened accidentally, we quickly
stripped and got into the shower.  Once in there we soaped each other off.
The shower was closed off by a clouded sliding glass door.  I knew from the
door you could see flesh colored forms through it easily enough, especially
if they were pressed against it.  It didn't take long, as we were soaping
each other off, and tugging on our hard-ons, that I heard the door squeek
slightly. I leaned in close, my lips touching Hank's ear.  "He's looking at
us," I breathed.  "Let's give him a show."

	Hank nodded.  I pushed him back against the glass, so his back and
ass were pressed against it.  I got down on my knees in front of him and
ran my hands up the back of his legs to that taut, round little ass of his.
Leaning in I began to lick his balls, running my tongue over the tight sac.
I imagined the sight from where Max was probably standing, Hank's back and
ass, my hands gripping and kneeding his flesh as I obviously, and now
noisily, gobbled on his balls.

	Hank sighed.  "Oh my god that feels so good," he whispered.

	I moaned something to him, looking up and into his pretty brown
eyes. I ran my tongue up the length of his cock to the tip and tasted the
bit of precum oozing from the slit.  His mouth opened and his eyes closed
as I engulfed the swollen head.  My tongue swirled over it's surface.  I
could feel it tightening up, swelling in my mouth.  I pulled his ass cheeks
apart, pressing him back so his anus rubbed against the glass of the shower
door.  It creaked and groaned under the pressure.

	"Oh god," Hank said.  "You've come a long way in a short period of
time."

	I mumbled an affirmative, my voice muffled by the swollen peter
shoved in my mouth.  Hank sighed and grabbed my hair, pulling me in so his
cock was deep in my mouth.  He groaned as I slid back until my lips just
covered the very tip of his prick, then shoved forward to take it all in
again.  Finally I felt Hank's entire body begin to stiffen and then he
threw his hand up to his mouth to stifle his cry as he came with a powerful
jerking, thrusting, pulsating motion.  As before I kept my mouth on his
cock, gagging a bit as his cum shot down my throat.  This time I didn't
spit any out, I drank it all.  When he was finished he leaned forward,
holding himself up with a hand on the wall of the shower behind me.

	"That was amazing," he said breathily.

	I let his cock come out of my mouth and I ran my tongue along it,
licking up any cum that had escaped.

	"I never really thought I would like this," I said thickly,
smacking my cum-covered lips.  "I mean, I never thought I'd suck a guy's
cock and swallow his cum and love it so much."

	We had forgotten, by this time, that Max was more than likely
standing in the doorway watching and listening.  He couldn't see much, but
what he heard must have been a show.  Regardless, we weren't keeping our
voices down.

	"Sit on the little seat," Hank said.  "I want to go down on you."

	I sat down and spread my legs.  My cock stood at attention, swaying
like a thick pole in a breeze, arching toward my belly with the tip
scraping my belly button.  Hank knelt between my legs, the warm water
splashing against his hunched back.  He cradled my balls with one hand and
tugged at them, which pulled my stiffy away from my belly.  I groaned as
his mouth took me in and I thrust up immediately, putting my hand on the
top of his head to steady him.

	"Oh god, I'm not going to last," I said.

	I heard him say something around my cock, but it was too muffled.
"What?"

	He pulled back briefly, letting my now spit covered cock loose.
"Fuck my mouth," he said clearly.  We both heard a groan from the doorway
and I smiled down into Hank's eyes.

	"Okay," I said, pushing up with my hips.

	"Hold on," he said.  He put a finger into my mouth, getting it wet.
Then he reached down and slid the slick finger between my ass cheeks.  I
felt it push against my pulsing sphincter.

	"Oh," I said.  "Yeah, fuck me with your finger."

	I heard a rustle of clothing from the doorway and then lost sense
of anything beyond the fact that Hank's mouth was on my cock and his finger
in my ass.  I thrust up into his mouth, and then brought my hips down onto
his hand.  Each thrust up was sensational, each time I came down his finger
thrust up into me.  Before long I was supporting my body with both hands on
the seat, my hips gyrating and up and down, fucking his face while his
finger fucked me.

	"I'm gonna cum," I cried out. With a grunt and a heave I thrust up
one last time, my ass clamping down on Hank's hand.  I could feel my anus
pulsating around his moving finger as I shot cum into his moaning mouth.

	I finally collapsed and Hank pulled his finger out of my ass.  My
dick, covered in spit and cum, fell out of his mouth.

	We looked at each other as we heard footsteps stagger down the
hallway.  I grinned at him and winked.

	"We better get out of this shower before the hot water goes away
totally," Hank said.

	"I'm getting pruned up," I responded.  "Besides...I want to go
watch TV.  What do you say?"

	He laughed.  "Sounds great!"

	When we came downstairs Max was sitting on the couch, the TV
already on.  I had taken a page out of Hank's fantasy seduction scene.
Hank was wearing a pair of tight long john bottoms and nothing else. I had
on a pair of my pajama bottoms with nothing else on as well.  No underwear,
of course.  Hank's pretty cock was outlined nicely in the tight cotton, and
my prick swung around loosely under the loose cotton, like a snake weaving
around.  Max looked up at us and his eyes widened when he saw us.  He held
a pillow over his lap, probably to hide his hard-on I imagined, and he
looked supremely uncomfortable.

	"I honestly didn't expect you guys to come back down after...you
showered," he croaked.

	Hank shrugged.  "We wanted to watch TV."  He sat down on the couch
and Max scooted away, all the way to the far end.  I plopped down next to
Hank and pushed him over toward Max, digging my hands into his bare sides.
Hank gave a sudden shriek of a laugh.

	"That tickles!"

	I laughed and pushed forward, forcing him toward Max who had a
horrified look on his face.  Hank giggled as I continued to tickle him.  He
jumped up onto the couch with both feet, keeping his body folded up so he
was squatting next to Max.  I lunged foward and Hank jumped off the couch.
I landed on top of Max, laughing.  Max gasped.

	"Boys! Please!"

	I rolled onto my back, so my upper body was on the pillow Max held
on his lap.  Hank jumped back onto the couch where I had been and
immediately fell onto me, tickling me this time.  I squirmed around,
laughing hysterically, my cock growing.  To stay away from Hank's tickling
fingers I scrambled back and onto Max's lap even more.  The pillow fell off
his lap onto the floor and my rump landed in his lap.  I felt the bulge
there and heard Max gasp again.

	"Please," he groaned, trying weakly to push me off his lap.  Hank
continued to tickle me, as per our plan, and I squirmed all over Max's lap,
my ass rubbing against his obvious bulge.  I wrapped an arm around Max's
neck and pulled myself close, trying to shield my belly from Hank by
pressing it against Max's chest.  This caused Hank to stand up on the couch
and try to force his hands between us.  He suddenly fell forward, on top of
us, and I felt his arm slide down my back as he braced himself against
Max's thigh.

	With a flip of my body I swung around on top of Hank, who found
himself face down on Max's lap, his cheek pressed against the very large
bulge in the jeans.  I reached around, pressing my body against Hank from
behind as he tried to get up onto his knees.  With both of us laughing, Max
sat there silently, perplexed, uncomfortable and very turned on.  As I was
tickling Hank he tried to buck me off and I slipped forward.  I was leaning
over Hank, who was face down in Max's lap, so when I fell forward I
naturally grabbed Max's shoulders.  The forward momentum carried me all the
way on top of Max, my pelvis pushing against his upper arm.  I felt the
muscles of his arm flex against my unbound hard-on.

	"Oh goddamn," Max breathed.

	Hank went still as did I.  I looked down at Max, who had his neck
craned to look at the bulge of my hard-on, which was peaking over his
shoulder and stretching the cotton of my pajama bottom.  Hank rolled over,
his head in Max's lap.  I looked down and grinned at him.  His dick, during
the commotion, had slipped through the piss hole in his long john bottom.
It was a raging erection at full attention.

	"What the hell..." Max said as he glanced down at Hank's bare cock.
"Are you two trying to kill me?"

	Hank shook his head.  He reached up and touched Max's jaw lightly.

	I sat back and when I did I actually sat down on Hank's belly. I
felt his cock poke my ass.  I licked my lips and spoke.  "Did you like the
photos you took of us?"

	Max went white, staring at me, he obviously realized I had been up
looking at his photos.  "You had no right to..."

	I took a deep breath.  "I guess so," I said.  "But, it was an
accident."  Hank was still touching Max's jaw as Max stared at me.

	Hank suddenly spoke. "Too bad you can't see the top of that
boulder.  Those would have been some photos!"

	I smiled and Max swallowed.

	"So...now what?" Max wanted to know.  "You get me into trouble?
It's my word against yours.  I burned the photos and negatives."

	Hank pushed me off him and I fell onto the floor.  Hank turned
himself around and sat down next to Max.  His dick wasn't hard anymore.

	"That's not what we want," he said, softly.

	"Money? Is that it?  You want money?" Max's eyes blazed at us. I
shook my head.

	"No," I said.  "We just wanted to...uh...give you what you want.
And what we want."

	Max looked at both of us.  Hank nodded.  He leaned in and kissed
Max's cheek softly.  Max sat very still as I crawled up between his legs,
pushing his knees apart.  I reached up with both hands and touched the
bulge in his lap.  Max took a deep breath and let it out.

	"Yeah, but this is wrong," he said.

	I shook my head.  His prick felt huge in those jeans.  Much bigger
than Hank's and mine, too. My heart was skipping a beat.  Hank continued to
kiss his cheek, then his neck, nibble on his ear, then back to his cheek.
As I stroked away at his bulge through his jeans with my hands, Max finally
gave in, turning his head to Hank.  I watched them kiss, fascinated.  I had
kissed a boy, that being Hank, but had never seen two kiss.  It made my
prick jump.  I watched Max as he reached around Hank and touch his slim
back.  The man's big hand slid down to the waist of his long johns and then
under.  His fingers gripped Hank's sweet, round ass as they kissed and I
felt Max's bulge jump.

	I pulled the fly open, enjoying the sound of the buttons letting
go.  Pulling his jeans off I stared at his black underwear.  His cock stood
out like a massive lump.  I ran my hands up his thighs, enjoying the rough
hairs and put my hands on that lump, feeling it swell.  Max suddenly pulled
at Hank, standing him up on the couch next to him.  He pulled down Hank's
long johns bottom, and the boy's cock sprang free.  Max let the breath hiss
between his teeth as he wrapped a hand around the pretty shaft.  His other
hand still held Hank's cute bottom.  While Max gobbled down Hank's boner I
reached up and pulled his underwear off.  When his prick came loose my jaw
dropped open.  It was thick.  Thicker even than some of those gay porn
cocks I'd seen and certainly thicker than mine or Hank's.  It wasn't any
longer than mine, but seemed twice as thick.  I threw his underwear aside,
my eyes locked on that massive stalk.  I leaned in and ran my tongue up
from the big balls to the tip.  His foreskin covered the head in loose
folds and I pulled it back with my hand wrapped around the heavy shaft as
much as I could get it.  Glancing up and I saw Hank thrusting his hips at
Max's face, the older man's fingers now deep between Hank's ass cheeks.
Hank's head was thrown back in ecstacy.

	Without another thought I pulled Max's thick cock upright and
opened wide, taking in as much as I could.  The head was coated with precum
already, probably from his earlier spying trip to the bathroom.  I could
barely get my mouth open enough to just take the head in, let alone the
rest of it.  Regardless, I thrilled at the girth, the head spreading like a
living helmet to fill my mouth entirely.  Sucking on the head I started to
jack the thick shaft, enjoying the feel of his loose foreskin sliding up
and down the cock like a silky cover.

	I felt movement and looked up. Max had repositioned Hank, so that
he was standing facing forward, his ass in Max's face, his feet on either
side of Max's hips.  As I sucked that fat cock, I looked up and watched Max
lick and suckle Hank's balls from behind, then run his tongue up to anus.
He spread the boy's cheeks wide and I watched him rim Hank.  Hank's balls
were slapping Max's chin as he gyrated his hips, grinding into the man's
face.  I could feel Max's balls tightening and continued on, happily
slirping away at that awesome love muscle.

	Max pushed Hank away and pulled me off his prick.  He guided Hank
down into a squat onto his lap.  Max put a finger into my mouth and I
sucked on it, then two fingers, and three.  He pulled them away and started
to finger fuck Hank, who was hovering just over that fat prick.  Finally,
when he judged him to be ready, Max lifted his cock up and pulled the
fingers free.  Hank sat down on the fat cock, sliding down with a low moan.

	"You've done this before," Max grunted, obviously trying to be
gentle.

	"With a cucumber," Hank gasped as he hit the bottom, Max's thick
meat stuck in him to the hilt.  Hank started back up, and then went back
down.  Before long he was bouncing, up and down Max's thick shaft, his own
hard dick waving around wildly.  I moved beside them and kissed Max,
enjoying the roughness of his unshaven cheek.  Max had me stand up and he
took my cock into his mouth just as he had with Hank.  I felt his fingers,
still wet from earlier, push between my ass cheeks.  They slid into me.  I
lifted one foot up to the back of the couch as I stood there, staring down
at Hank bouncing on Max's lap and Max sucking my cock. Then Max was lifting
his hips off the couch, thrusting savagely into Hank until with a shudder
he came.

	Hank fell off Max's lap, gasping for breath, his dick still hard as
a rock.  Max pulled me around to face him completely, stradling him with my
knees on either side of his shoulders.

	"Hank," Max said, still holding my cock in one hand.  "Let me get
your cock wet."

	Hank moved up next to me and shoved his stiff prick in Max's face.
Max slobbered all over it, his hand jerking me slowly as he sloppily sucked
on Hank's erection.  Finally he took a deep breath and pushed Hank away.

	"Okay," he said, "I think he's ready for you."

	I felt Hank get behind me, his feet just on the edge of the
couch. Max pulled my ass cheeks apart and I could feel Hank position his
cock on my stretched and wet back door.  It felt cool from Max's spit, but
it slid in easily.

	With my cock now firmly in Max's eager mouth and Hank's dick in my
ass it wasn't long before I was cumming, my body gyrating.  Hank was
cumming, too, as my anus gripped his thrusting cock.

	The two of us collapsed onto the couch.  I crawled up weakly to
curl up next to Max, kissing both of them.  Hank pulled himself into Max's
lap, turned so he half faced him, leaning back against me.  We kissed and
then Max and Hank kissed.  After several minutes of resting Max sighed.

	"Do you suppose there's any hot water left?  After you guys had
your fun in the shower I kind of doubt it."

	Hank kissed his cheek.  "It's okay we're kind of used to cold
water."

	"I kind of like it!" I blurted.  "Maybe tomorrow we could all go
for a swim?"

	Max nodded.  "I'd like that," he said.  "I'd like that a lot."

	Even after Hank's grandpa died Elise and Max stayed together.  They
were friends, after all.  I don't think Elise ever found out about the
three of us.  When I went off to college and started seeing other boys I
would still make time to go to Montana and be with Hank and Max.  Swimming
in the river.